Bella was not at all inclined to listen to suggestions at this matter in time, especially not ones that required finding enough clarity in the situation to write it onto a sheet of parchment. She just wanted to lie down and never get back up, even though she knew that wasn't really an option. She waved her hand dismissively, though her words were far more grateful.

"I-I'll look into it, Tilda. I just- I'm not sure- It's so hard to explain," she tried. Would she have to explain everything to an investigator? Would they put her under veritaserum and ask about her relationship with Reuben Crouch? Would that even be something that was brought up?

If it was, Bella wanted no part in an investigation.

  

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April 23, 1888 — The MacFusty Home, Hebrides

Tilda could see this wasn't the best time to broach the subject - Tilda herself didn't even know what had happened, but it was clear Bella wouldn't tell much. It wasn't even that she wouldn't, it was that she couldn't. Shock was still fresh to the witch and Tilda could see it written plain as day across her face.

"That's all you need to do," she replied soothingly. "I don't want to sway you either way, Bella. I just want to give you help to get through this."

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Finally her chest relaxed as the panic settled into something more comparable to an unsettling sense of calm. Was she supposed to- What was she supposed to do now? Allow Tilda to handle her situation? Try and explain things to Tilda's parents, and eventually the other MacFustys who would inevitably learn of her presence?

One thing was certain: all she wanted to do right now was sleep.

"Thank you, Tilda," she breathed, leaning back where she'd been placed. "You wouldn't mind if I- well, if I napped, would you?" she asked, looking up at her friend with a pained smile.

  

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April 23, 1888 — The MacFusty Home, Hebrides

Tilda smiled warmly, and made to stand up. "I wouldn't mind one bit," she replied, before waving her wand and sending the tea cart rolling peacefully out the door. "In fact, I highly recommend it as your healer," she chuckled, before placing Bella's mug at the bedside table.

Another wave of her wand made the cup fill with the sleeping draught she'd left brewing. She gestured to it. "Drink that before you go. It's diluted so it won't knock you out for as long, but you will get some much needed rest."

She gave the witch another smile and took her leave.

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